Tag: gothic
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Flyer Tour of Hell
I have drunk sacred ox blood and fasted long to cleanse toxins Three days spent encoffined so that cough-inducing atmosphere at fox-red origin of all poxes and toxins does not instantly rob me of life I blessed my knife and prayed never to draw it Impressed brands to my naked chest, mark forever etched there…
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Soul Sucking Doll
Bought an evil doll She feigned to borrow Then stole a soul Swallowed whole Black hole maw gnawing On one’s immortal spirit. Muse, tell through me the facepaling tale of the living fetish Fetch me apt words I might out wretched scripts ripped from the crypt-heart of hell where cryptarchs rest for chiliarches awaiting the…
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World on the March
From the vantage of a top window I watch khaki ants vanish Factions action bound make passage Leaving in jolly batches, in patchwork and motley Returning in patch and blood-blotted bandage Hand in hand the gas damaged living in the land of Nod Distant action A sense of traction, of freefall Inked names suffer no…
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Winter Ride to the Lodge
Sheets of sight-stealing snow A sheep’s coat covering steals the road and sense of route Barely seen behind his coat the driver spits rudely Cracks his crop to break the horse unruly Alexander hiding Bucephalus’ shadow A single jewel kings his finger, gained unduly Ejects starlight, the duel of sun and dew The Holly laughing…
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Starspawn
Sick from but not of drinking Sick from and of thinking I’m sinking pints in a dockside bar Fog-shrouded far harbour Between loud sips of lager tales regales us Of his sea-borne, sea born Father The man I am named after He points up to a beam in the rafters Hangs a portrait of a…
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Vampires
Wake up from a fevre dream, sheets tossed and pushed to drown around my feet Southern heat in the night’s midway, my mind a highway My drive a ridge racer with an unplugged controller, crazier than taxi and Carmageddon coming together I cannot explain my compulsions any more than the tide, why it comes in…
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Bat
Leather wings alights his loft, Belfry undercroft, cornice oft Leaping post to oceanic night. Sycamores, swerves its smiting, Night knights him, friezes him; Purple cathedral silhouette, dream of canons. Roost of rooks once corbels called shamans gothic feeling within, Day’s summit impassive opulence, heighting height hoisting light higher. Dives then lies flat to branch undersides,…
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Three Graves
Dig a grave both deep and wide Spade-cleave the wintered bog, Inter his swaddled form inside Breathe again as fog. Dig another grave this time Less wide but equal deep; Melt Her quick with garnish of lyme, Rent the spent sun seeps. Dig one last grave, you man By the measures of your eye; A…
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Cernunnos
This feast Cernunnos made for you Incense peels temporary wraiths, gyring to gladetop Deep drain circling blood thrice cough He hath prepared it mindfully knowing all things, toward some hidden end Past a heaving, heathen throat stings Deep drain toward higher purpose. In woods he told me I have seen him dancing More often this…
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Mariner; Wayward
Pensive sailor muses portside Pale waning moonlight sops his brow Wind scuffles tousled dun headed Whereboundnow? Beneath stained windows Bombay’s mughalificence Thousand-hued Byzantine domes shimmering Palmed avenues above port million-stoned-studded pasty rows Tarry briefly. Hard-earned, hard-seized pried from the cold, dead hands of reluctant natives Fought their wretched corner, crimson-sash Captain muttering in cups Every…